This would’ve been a good plan, except that I sort of quit my job to have an adventure. See, 20-something-year-olds quitting their jobs aren’t very unusual anymore, but knowing this didn’t stop the panic. Back in November, I gave my two-months notice and immediately had a two-month-long panic attack. It went something like this:
Last Friday was my last day at work and that was hard because I really loved my job. Last Saturday was my last day in Wichita and that was hard because I hadn’t even started to pack.
Koz is staying with Dustin until tomorrow and then he will be Koz, 24/7 Office Cat. And then my former office will have a cat, but no Kat. Except I’m considering just sort of taking Koz with me on my adventures. Koz, Official Adventure Cat.
Preparing for adventures can be difficult. For instance, I had to sell my beloved yellow couch.
Yellow Couch was the best. Yellow Couch was the subject of several photoshoots. There was a time when most of my blog posts focused on Yellow Couch. Yellow Couch served as a nap spot for a number of foster cats and as a bed for quite a few CouchSurfers and friends. Sometimes Yellow Couch’s cushions were used to make a big, comfy nest on the floor so we could drink tea and watch an obscene amount of Netflix shows.
(I just got confirmation today that Yellow Couch sold. I told my friend John, who once spent several nights on Yellow Couch. He informed me that it was a miracle Yellow Couch even sold, but I disagree. Yellow Couch is a steal!)
Wichita really grew on me and I felt sad to leave. Before I left, I pitched Avocado Pit #4 in my backyard. My backyard might not have been as majestic as some of the places other avocado pits were thrown, but it was within view of the compost bin and I think my brother-in-spirit would approve.
Goodbye compost bin.
Thank you Wichita. You’ve been good.